
Constance, eager at the sight of a light, rushed her worried little paws. The scuffing of her dress against the cold, hard ground scared her, and she jumped, making sure she wasn't followed. She was rather young to be by herself, but her sister had casually "lost" her earlier. She takes refuge in the bright porch light and the pleasant jack-o-lantern on your door step, and rings the door bell. "Trick or treat," she says with a timid smile.

An attractive young wolf walked over to you. She smiled, although she looked a bit distant. She focused again, and shook your head. "My, you look mighty tired after all of this," she sighed. "But I hope you're having fun!" She looked up with a shine in her eye, obviously remembering past Halloween's she herself had had. "Take a treat. Enjoy your night! Happy Howl-o-ween!"

Constance unsteadily smiled at you, laughing. At least this trick hadn't been a scare! "I still appreciate it; thank you!" she smiled widely.


Cheshire takes a look at your pet. For a moment, he considers what he's going to do, and his luminescent smile shines brightly. He squints and slinks off, into the dark night. When he comes back, he's staring intently at something in his paws. You try to take a peek, and water squirts out. Uh-oh, looks like you got tricked! Take a little consolation.